I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Song Guicheng regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw a pitch-black coffin in front of him.

There was a brazier next to the coffin, with paper money and gold ingots burning inside.

I could faintly hear the sound of suona and people talking in low voices.

here it is……?

He didn't react for a moment. After all, he was just writing a paper in front of the computer. In the blink of an eye, the computer in front of him turned into a huge coffin.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard a strange sound.

【Welcome to the Soul Tracking Game】

[Player: Song Guicheng

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Status: Student

“Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—”

[The copy is loading... The copy has been loaded successfully. ]

[Novice Dungeon: Funeral in a Small Village]

[Difficulty: E-level]

[Main Mission: Burial]

[Clearance Reward: 100 Points]

[The live broadcast room has been opened, and the novice level cannot interact with the audience. 】

When he opened his eyes again, Song Guicheng came into this world.

This should be a mourning hall.

The wind made the flames dance left and right, and it seemed as if it had just rained outside, because in addition to the smell of burning paper money, he also smelled a hint of damp fishy odor.

He sat next to the altar, on which were two white candles lit and in the middle was a portrait of a girl. He did not dare to look at it for long, and only caught a glimpse of the girl's beautiful face out of the corner of his eye.

"Current copy: Funeral in a small village." If nothing unexpected happens, it will be the funeral of the girl in the portrait.

Next to the coffin stood two paper figures, one red and one green, with black eyes, thick eyebrows and rosy mouths.

Logically speaking, the faces of the paper figures should face outside the house, but the faces of the two paper figures are facing inward, which is exactly the position of Song Guicheng.

He looked away, not daring to look any further.

Looking into the house, the overhead was hung with white cloth curtains and banners, and people were sitting together in groups of three or four, talking in low voices.

A pale woman, about fifty years old, wearing a white linen dress, was kneeling on the mat in front of the coffin, crying quietly, and adding paper money to the brazier while crying.

In the distance, the moonlight was dim, the scenery was blurry and illusory, and only the vast mountains were vaguely discernible.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Song Guicheng didn't know that his every move was being captured by invisible cameras and transmitted to the live broadcast room in real time.

[Found a new guy, a handsome guy]

[Song Guicheng, the name is nice, but the luck is bad]

[A funeral in a small village. Damn, I remember the clearance rate was only 5%]

[The most difficult novice copy]

【Slacking off】

【Slacking off +1】

[Pray that the handsome guy can survive tonight, it's not easy to find him]

[Estimated]

……

There were only a few comments in the live broadcast room, but Song Guicheng couldn't see them. Even if he did, he didn't have time to care.

Because when he looked down he realized that his shirt had been replaced with a coarse sweatshirt, he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes, and his cell phone and wallet in his pockets were gone.

Only then did he feel that he was in a different world.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and analyze his current situation.

Song Guicheng extracted three key words from the long paragraph broadcast at the beginning by the strange voice, let's call it the system for now.

Soul-tracing game, main mission, live broadcast room, and quickly integrated into effective information.

The current situation is that he has been selected by the game as a player, and he has to complete the main task in this world, and the process of completing the game will be broadcast live.

He glanced overhead but saw no cameras or anything like that.

He doesn't usually like playing games, and his knowledge of games is limited to the noise of his roommates and the sound of keyboards in the middle of the night. It was for this reason that he moved out of the dormitory during his graduate studies.

He frowned and thought about it, but couldn't think of any game called Soul Tracing on the market.

The main task of burial is very clear. In folk customs, people have to stay in the mourning hall after death, and their relatives will keep vigil for them, which is basically limited to three days. After that, they can be buried.

That's all I can think of right now.

After squatting for too long, his lower body felt a little numb, so he rubbed his legs and prepared to get up and move around.

As Song Guicheng stood up, the fire on the altar swayed in the wind, and he suddenly saw the paper man move.

The dead thing that was supposed to be standing next to the coffin actually moved its head!

He froze in his tracks as he was about to stand up. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, only to find that they were chapped.

Song Guicheng prayed in his heart that he had seen it wrong.

The mourning hall was set up in the main hall. Looking around, the uncles and aunts seemed not to have noticed it. They were still chatting and drinking among themselves, and some were even gathered together to play cards.

Song Guicheng took a step forward, clasped his hands together, bowed twice toward the coffin quite piously, then turned around and bowed toward the portrait on the altar.

After all, someone has died, so we still have to show due respect.

The girl in the portrait is not very old, and seems to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a youthful and childish smile on her face. One can imagine what a pretty girl she would have been if she were still alive.

He sighed in his heart and felt a little sorry for her death.

Turning around, I saw a tall man standing at the door of the mourning hall.

I hadn't seen him just now, but as soon as I turned around, he suddenly appeared at the door of the mourning hall.

It was a dark night and the candlelight in the mourning hall was dim, only illuminating half of his face, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and angular.

It seems out of place in this mountain village.

[Here comes my favorite NPC]

[Me too, so handsome that my legs go weak]

[Don't be fooled by his appearance, woman! ]

I am a man

[…Equality between men and women]

[Good equality]

……

When Song Guicheng looked at the man, the man was also looking at him. When their eyes met, he saw the man's dark eyes.

He noticed that the man was also wearing white linen clothes. He knelt beside the woman and added paper money with her, with no expression on his face.

These two people should be relatives of the girl. Judging from their ages, the woman in her 50s may be the mother, and the man is most likely the brother.

It’s just that their attitudes are somewhat different. The mother is heartbroken, while the brother is calm, or even indifferent.

After a moment, Song Guicheng looked away and walked outside.

Walking on the dirt ground outside the house, the soil under my feet was wet and muddy. It had indeed rained in the village.

The light coming through the mourning hall could only illuminate a small space in front of it. The bumpy mud pond was filled with yellow paper, which was paper money.

A few old men were playing mahjong at a table outside. When they saw Song Guicheng coming out, they greeted him enthusiastically, "Xiao Song, come here, let's play mahjong for a while."

At first, Song Guicheng thought that he had no money, so why should he play mahjong.

But then I thought, this is a good opportunity to ask some questions. Even if I don't play, I can still listen to what they talk about while playing mahjong.

Is there anyone who doesn’t gossip while playing mahjong? No! Absolutely not!

So he walked towards them.

[Hey, hey, hey, you can’t go! ]

[Resist pornography, gambling and drugs, start with me! 】

[I am a little afraid to watch it]

【Me too】

[Just go if I ask you to go, have some ideas! ]

……

The old man who had just greeted him was pulling him to sit down, but when the old man was about to touch him, he immediately retracted his hand.

He took a step back and said, "Uncle, I won't fight. I can't beat you."

The old man said cheerfully: "It's okay, just for fun, not a big deal."

Song Guicheng pretended to be distressed and said, "I didn't bring anything today. How about this? I'll just watch and learn from the side tonight."

His heart began to pound; he had just noticed that the man who had come to pull him had several brown spots on his hands, and then he took a closer look.

The man's pupils were a little dilated, and he looked clearly like a dead man!

The brown spots on his hands might be corpse spots, but they were not very obvious in the dim light. He only discovered them when he got closer.

This guess made Song Guicheng break out in a cold sweat, and his breathing became heavier.

Fortunately, the old man nodded, sat back, and a new round of shuffling began.

He swallowed, stood behind several people under tremendous psychological pressure, and his eyes were all on the man just now.

The man looked to be in his fifties, with a square face and small eyes. The others were all wearing coarse cloth short jackets, but he was the only one wearing long-sleeved cotton clothes. He probably had some status in this mountain village.

Sure enough, someone called him, "Village Chief, it's a pity that Li Caixia died. We had already made an agreement with your son."

It turned out that this man was the village chief, and the girl he worshipped was probably called Li Caixia.

The village chief shook his head and sighed: "Yes, such a good girl, how could she be gone just like that?"

"Old man Li said her daughter died of illness, but I don't think so," another old man shook his head. "She was still alive and kicking two months ago. Who would believe that she died of illness?"

"Oh, let me tell you something," the man next to the village chief lowered his voice, "In the past two months, I have always heard crying sounds coming from the Li family. It was that girl Caixia!"

"Oh, is this true?"

"Of course it's true. We all said it was her father who beat her at home..."

At this point, the village chief suddenly said, "Alright, alright, stop talking. Now that everyone is dead, it's time to go away."

In another live broadcast room, Zhang Peng has already sat down at the poker table.

When he first came into this world, he was so scared that he kicked over the brazier, making such a big noise that the neighbors didn't bother to blame him and quickly replaced it with a new one.

There was a look of panic on his face, as if something would come out if he delayed a second.

He was frightened by the strange atmosphere and ran out, but when he ran out, he found that the surroundings were desolate. Except for the light in the mourning hall, the rest was shrouded in darkness.

As soon as I took my first step back, an old man called me: "Xiao Zhang, you must be scared. It's okay, no one blames you. Come and play mahjong for a while."

The old man had a kind face and a friendly smile. Zhang Peng put down his guard and sat down at the card table. Several people began to shuffle the cards.

Zhang Peng would occasionally play mahjong in the real world, thinking that he was just having fun with these old men, so he didn't take it seriously and ignored the greedy look that flashed in the eyes of the man behind him watching him play cards.

[It’s over, it’s going to get cold]

[I haven't lived for 20 minutes yet]

[Lost again]

[Don’t mention the word “lose”, I’m allergic to it]

[Tsk tsk, the quality of this group of newcomers is really poor]

[This makes me want to review Chi Shen’s live broadcast of the game again]

[Good fellow, that is a man who will kill gods and Buddhas]

……

Zhang Peng thought that he could easily beat the three old guys with his card skills, but he found it more and more difficult as the game went on. Only then did he realize something was wrong.

These three people clearly teamed up to deal with him!

"Win!" The old man next to him was very happy.

Zhang Peng was not convinced, but he didn't dare to say it. Seeing the other uncles giving money, he also reached into his pocket.

As a result, no!

He panicked and stood up, searching the house inside and out, but there was nothing, not a penny.

Zhang Peng looked at the four people around him, and only then did he realize that this was a trap set by the four of them!

He looked at the old man in a long gown behind him, and said pleadingly, "Uncle, I don't have any money today, can I still go tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" The village chief said in a long voice, "That's not possible. In our village, we don't allow credit for playing cards."

"What should I do?" Zhang Peng almost knelt down. "Uncle, I will definitely pay it back tomorrow. Please be flexible."

"How about this, since you have no money," he licked his lips, "then pay me back with something else?"

This look made Zhang Peng very uncomfortable, and the hairs on his body stood up. However, when he heard that he could pay it back with something else, he nodded hesitantly.

"Good boy, come here." The village chief waved at him, motioning him to come over.

Zhang Peng rubbed his arms and walked forward.

The village chief put his hand on his shoulder and exerted force! "Sizzle", there was a sound of cloth tearing, and there was a sudden sharp pain in the joints. Blood spurted out and soaked Zhang Peng's shirt.

He widened his eyes in horror as his arm was pulled off and stuffed into the uncle's mouth, which he swallowed mouthful by mouthful, skin and flesh included.

The skin and flesh were torn at the joints of the body, and the deep red veins and white bones could be seen.

Zhang Peng staggered and fell to the ground, blood still gushing out and quickly seeping into the soil. He climbed up in panic, trying to shout "Help" with trembling lips, but no sound came out.

The others seemed not to notice the scene and were busy with their own work.

"Kid, you said you would pay it back with something else." The village chief approached him step by step and gave him an exaggerated smile.

That smile is simply not something a human can do!

He was trembling, breathing rapidly, and his feet were slipping as he tried to run.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, covered in dirt.

[Player Zhang Peng has been eliminated]

The system finally made a sound again, but this time it was a death notice, and Zhang Peng could no longer hear it.

……

Song Guicheng had watched them play three games, and the village chief won every game.

The three men were obviously giving in to the village chief, but the way they did it was very clever, which made the village chief feel quite accomplished.

Sure enough, there are human relationships everywhere, Song Guicheng thought to himself.

On the way, the village chief kept trying to get him to come up and play cards, but he refused with various reasons. He didn't forget that he was a poor guy now. If he won, it would be fine, but if he lost, how would he pay?

While paying attention to the card game so that he could chat with these old men, he also observed the people in the mourning hall.

Some of them sat there in a daze, some were whispering, but no matter what they were doing, their eyes were glancing towards the coffin intentionally or unintentionally, with panicked expressions.

Song Guicheng also noticed that every once in a while, someone would go to trim the candles. This was not strange, but it seemed weird when it happened too frequently.

As if afraid that the candle would go out.

There is also the village chief beside him. Although I am not very sure, it is very likely that the village chief is no longer human.

Song Guicheng's hands were cold and he wiped them on his pants unconsciously.

Although it was dangerous, he did get some information.

The dead girl was named Li Caixia. Three months ago, she was said to be the wife of the village chief's son, but she suddenly fell ill and died two days ago.

The two people kneeling just now were indeed the mother and the brother, named Li Qingtong. Li Qingtong had been working in other places before and did not come back until his sister died.

Song Guicheng looked at the cushion in front of the coffin and saw only an old woman kneeling on the ground. The man was nowhere to be seen.

Without a watch and without seeing a clock, he had no way of judging the time and could only rely on his feeling to guess that it was already past 12 o'clock.

It was a cold night in late autumn, and he tightened his clothes.

"Thank you all for keeping watch. It's time for dinner." Li Qingtong, who had disappeared just now, suddenly appeared in front of everyone without any sound of footsteps, which scared Song Guicheng.

He finally saw the man's full appearance. His sharp curved outline was tinged with a hint of alienation and indifference, and his voice was as cold as his appearance.

Several people followed Li Qingtong into the side room to the northeast of the mourning hall. Inside was a wooden table with eight pairs of bowls and chopsticks on it. Song Guicheng counted them just now and there were 16 people in total.

The meal was divided into two groups, and the other eight people were still guarding the mourning hall.

He was extremely cold, but everyone else was fine, except him, who was even shivering from the cold.

"Can you give me a cup of hot water?" he asked Li Qingtong in front of him.

Li Qingtong glanced at him, nodded slightly, and after a moment brought him a cup of hot water.

Song Guicheng thanked him and took it. After taking a few sips of hot water, the coldness in his body was much dispelled.

A few candles were lit in the room, illuminating the room. This side room was very simple, with only a wooden bed and a window facing east.

Soon, the dishes were served. The first dish was white tofu, followed by main dishes such as braised pork, braised pork elbow, and stir-fried pork slices.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. This family did not look wealthy and could not even afford a decent wreath, yet they had so many meat dishes served at dinner?

Instead, the first plate of white tofu served seemed out of place.